Thank you so much to all my wonderful readers. I love you all, especially those who left me a review. You were all such a big motivation that I began this chapter the day after I posted the first one. I would have gotten this chapter out sooner, but I've been busy (a lame excuse, but a true excuse none the less). So sorry for the long wait. I'll try to post the next chapter a little faster.

I'm going to apologize now for the chapter. It's not nearly as good as I would like it, but it's more to set up things for the next chapter, so you'll just have to deal with crap until then.

Catrag101: I don't remember what the other mpreg stories were, but I'm sure you could type in the word mpreg in the search box. Sorry about my lack of help.

InsomniaticFrenchToast: Haha. I'm sure I would have felt the same way as both you and Kenny about being excited that Kyle is pregnant. I love the idea of Uncle Cartman, so if I decide to write about the baby after it's born, I'm probably going to extort that to the fullest. And yes, they are indeed quite a dysfunctional family :)

Rainbow cupcake: 8 ZILLION TRUCKLOADS OF COOKIES?!?! Hell, I'll write anything you want!

Disclaimer: I don't own South Park or any of its characters, but maybe if I'm extra good this year, Santa might actually bring it for me. Oh I hope so!

"You don't think she's told anyone, do you? Maybe she's planning something…"

"Dude, I don't know." Kyle spun around to face Stan, an angry look on his face.

"What do you mean you don't know?! You're the one who dated her for years!"

"Look," Stan snapped back "I have no idea what the hell she's doing or thinking. I don't know why she's acting like it never happened. I don't know!" Kyle bit his lip and looked down to avoiding his boyfriends gaze.

"You're right. I'm sorry." Stan sighed, pulling Kyle into a hug and pressing a kiss against his forehead.

"It's okay. I know you're worried, and I am too," said Stan, rubbing Kyle's back in slow circular motions "But maybe we should just talk to her." Kyle looked up at him, a wary look in his eyes.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Stan shrugged.

"What else could we possibly do?"

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The weather that morning had been surprisingly nice, and deciding not to miss up on such an opportunity, Wendy had decided to walk to school for a change. It was while walking to school that she had been kidnapped. She had been walking down the side walk when a white van with dark tinted windows suddenly appeared, driving in her direction at what would be considered at quite an unsafe speed, before suddenly stopping right next to her. In her surprise, Wendy didn't react in time when the door of the van suddenly slid open, and a hand reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into the car. The door was immediately slammed shut again, throwing Wendy into semi darkness as the van began to drive.

Wendy was about to scream when a large hand suddenly shot up to cover her mouth. She stared down at the hand, her eyes crossed, and her brows furrowed in irritation. The irritation only seemed to grow when she realized that her captor was none other than Eric Cartman.

"Hey there Hippie," greeted Cartman, a scheming smile on his face "I'll let go if you promise not to scream. So is that a yes or a no?" asked Cartman when he realized Wendy was strengthening her glare at him. Deciding that she'd rather just get over with this as soon as possible, she gave a small nod of her head.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she snapped at Cartman, as soon as the boy had removed his hand from covering her mouth.

"Just trying to have a nice conversation with you, ho."

"Most people don't kidnap the person they want to talk to off the street when trying to have a nice conversation with them." she scowled as Cartman grinned back at her.

"Well I'm not most people, now am I?" Wendy rolled her eyes in frustration.

"God, you're so irritating. Why can't you be normal, you fat lard?"

"Ay! Don't call me fat, you damn hippie bitch!" Their argument was interrupted with a cough coming from the front seat.

"Can you two have your little lover's spat later?" asked Kenny from the driver's seat "There's something a little more important at hand that needs to be discussed."

"Don't tell me what to do, poor boy!" snapped Cartman. He turned back to Wendy, a frustrated look on his face that matched with that of Wendy's. "We just wanted to talk to you about the two ass pirates."

"What about Stan and Kyle?" asked Wendy, trying to put on an innocent expression. Cartman snorted at her.

"Please, bitch, if you're going to try playing innocent, you'd have to do a hell of a lot better job than that." Wendy's expression immediately changed back to one of anger.

"The fuck do you want than?"

"We need to know what you're planning on doing with Stan and Kyle's secret. Well? Are you going to black mail them? Get revenge? Expose their secret?"

"Oh please, who do you think I am? You? Besides, in a few weeks, everyone is going to know. It's not like Kyle's going to be able to hide his stomach when it's swollen to the size of a balloon. Even if I was going to black mail them, which I'm not, there wouldn't be any point to if the whole school knows."

Cartman squinted at her, analyzing.

"Then what are you doing by playing it off as if you don't know about it? The dance was four days ago, and not once have you made any sort of comment about Kyle's pregnancy, pretending as if it never happened."

"I have my reasons, so what does it matter to you?" demanded Wendy.

"And I have my reasons to find out why you're doing this." replied Cartman with equal force.

Wendy opened her mouth to retort when she suddenly heard the squeal of tires. She was flung out of her seat when the car suddenly turned, followed by the sound of a crash.

"Fucking poor piece of shit." grumbled Cartman as he picked himself off the floor of the van. He made his way to the front seat to check on Kenny. "Damn piece of crap got himself killed for crashing the van."

With Cartman distracted, Wendy made her way to the door of the van. She opened it, finding herself in the front of the school and Stan and Kyle staring at her in disbelief as she climbed out of the totaled van.

"We need to talk." said Wendy as she walked up to the pair. Her comment seemed to snap them out of their trance.

"Ya, uh, about what I said at the dance…" mumbled Stan. After accidently spilling his and Kyle's secret, the two of them and Cartman went off in search of her. Unfortunately, they couldn't find her anywhere. It was the following Monday that they were expecting Wendy to come confront them, but she came into the class room, said hi as she walked past, and went to talk to her friends. Not once did she ever mention the baby. In fact, she acted as if she didn't know a thing, going on with her life like normal.

"Stan," huffed Wendy in obvious irritation. She looked at the dark haired boy, talking to him as if he was a five year who didn't understand why he wasn't allowed to do something "I already know everything. I checked up with the hospital and I've also talked to your moms. I know everything. I just talked with Cartman too."

"You talked with our moms?" asked Kyle.

"I lied about you telling me that you were pregnant. The only reason your mom told me, was because she thought I was already in on everything."

"Wendy," said Stan with a stern tone. The dark haired boy grabbed Kyle's hand, holding it in a reassuring way. "What do you want?"

Wendy rolled her eyes and threw her hands up in frustration.

"Jesus Christ, what the hell is with all you people? Why does everyone think I want something? First Cartman and Kenny, and now you two. Does everyone in the school think I'm some sort of manipulative bitch?"

"Pretty much. When you want something, you get it." grunted Cartman from behind as he got out of the van.

"Oh look who's talking, you fat piece of shit," snapped Wendy "You're the most manipulative person in the whole damn school!"

"And proud of it." Cartman answered with a grin.

"Augh! I can't stand you!" screamed Wendy in frustration. She turned away from Cartman to face Stan and Kyle once more. "Unlike that sexist, racist, scheming, egotistical pig, I don't want anything in return. It's not like the whole school isn't going to know about it soon anyway. It's pretty damn hard to hide a baby."

"Oh my God…" whispered Kyle, suddenly feeling his legs go weak. He hadn't really thought about everyone knowing about his pregnancy "She's right, the whole school is going to know. I mean, it's not like I can skip school for five months, right?"

"Actually," interrupted Wendy "It's going to be more than five months. Just because you had the baby, it doesn't mean your stomach is going to go right back to normal. You have to work that off."

Stan wrapped an arm around Kyle, holding him up. Kyle's face was turning a sickly looking green and he looked as if wanted to puke.

"It's… it's okay Kyle." reassured Stan.

"No it's not. We're going to get so much shit for this. I don't think I can take it all."

"Kyle, it's going to be alright. I mean, Tweek's going to be taking half the burden. It won't be so hard if all four of us stick together as well as Kenny and Cartman."

"Tweek's pregnant too?" asked Wendy.

"Damn it Stan!" snapped Kyle "Just shut the hell up!" Stan bit his lip to keep from talking anymore.

"Tweek's pregnant too?" Cartman asked, repeating Wendy's question "And you didn't tell me or Kenny?"

"We promised him and Craig that we wouldn't tell anyone." replied Stan, momentarily forgetting that was supposed to be keeping his mouth shut.

"Shut up!" screamed Kyle, grabbing the front of his boyfriend's shirt and shaking him.

"Ew… Craig and Tweek? That is weird shit." mumbled Cartman.

"That does seem a bit odd, but in kind of a cute way." agreed Wendy as she watched Kyle try and shake Stan to death. "Shit, if that's what it's like to have mood swings when pregnant, I'm never going to have kids." Cartman silently agreed, but it'd have to be the end of the world before Cartman would even consider voicing it aloud. So he did the next best thing he knew, which was insulting her.

"Ha, like anyone would ever want to be with a hippie bitch like you. They'd have to be completely insane to even consider it." Wendy spun around to face him, fire in her eyes.

"Go fuck yourself, fat ass, because that's the most you'd ever get!" She stomped on Cartman's foot in anger before turning around and walking away. Cartman, hopping on one foot, howled in anger, humiliation and pain at her retreating back. He eventually limped away, hobbling off as fast as he could away from the smoking crashed vehicle, Kenny's burning corpse and Kyle trying to kill Stan. Usually these sort of things would be the highlight of his day, bust thanks to Wendy, he barely gave it a passing glance.

God damn that bitch.

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"Oh my God, Kyle, I'm sooooo sorry. I didn't mean to say those mean things to you. If I had known, I would never have called you fat." Bebe was practically sobbing all over Kyle's food during lunch, trying to apologize and make everything seem as if it was a bigger deal than it really was.

Bebe might as well have sprouted another head with the way Kyle was staring at her.

"Uh… what?"

"She's apologizing to you about making fun of your pregnancy." said Wendy matter of factly as she set her lunch tray down onto the boy's table, sitting directly across of Stan and Kyle, and right next to Cartman.

"Wendy! You weren't supposed to tell anyone." said Stan. Wendy shrugged her shoulder in response as she sipped from her PowerAde bottle.

"You never said that."

"It was supposed to be an unspoken agreement."

"Well it was your fault for not telling me. Besides, I only told Bebe, and she promised not to tell anyone else." Stan sighed, not knowing what else to say to the girl, so instead, he chose to go back to listening to Kyle and Bebe's conversation.

"It's fine, Bebe. Really."

"No it's not. I need to make it up to you. Oh! I know!" she suddenly exclaimed, all traces of her previous misery immediately disappearing. "I'll take you to go shopping for maternity clothes! I'll take care of it all, so you won't have to buy a thing."

"No." was Kyle's immediate reply.

"What?" asled Bebe in disbelief, not understanding why anyone would not want to go shopping, even if it was for maternity clothes.

"I said no."

"Just go with her." suggested Wendy. "She's just going to keep bugging you until you agree, and besides, you're going to need it soon. You might as well take this chance since she agreed to pay for everything."

"She right dude." agreed Stan.

"Oh no you don't," growled Kyle, turning to face his boyfriend "You've put me through enough shit this morning, so you're going to side with me whether you want to or not."

"What?" asked Cartman, not believing what he had just heard "A Jew who isn't trying to scam some money for himself when it's right in his fucking face? Damn, this pregnancy is fucked up. Seriously."

"Kyle, maybe you should just con-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Stan, or so help me, I will make you pay." warned Kyle. Unfortunately, everyone else took it upon themselves to bug Kyle about going, until the red finally got frustrated enough to grab his tray to go join Craig and Tweek at their table instead.

It wasn't until the middle of class before Kyle finally lost it. He jumped up in the middle of the teachers lecture to point an angry finger in Wendy and Bebe's direction, screaming at them with something along the lines of "Leave me the fuck alone!", and then punched Cartman in the face, leaving a faint purple bruise on the bigger boy's cheek bone right beneath his left eye. Kyle was eventually dragged kicking and screaming from the classroom by Stan, who held the red head by his arms, quite literally dragging him out of the room. The classroom stared at the two in silence as they disappeared, not really knowing what to say about the whole thing. The silence was eventually broken by Tweek, who screamed "Oh my God! I don't want that to happen to me! Gah!" and then proceeded to run out of the classroom, Craig closely following behind to make sure nothing happened to the blond.

"Dude," said Clyde, staring at the classroom door "What the hell is going on?"

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As predicted, Kyle eventually caved in to Bebe's demands about going shopping. To add to the red head's disappointment, everyone else decided to tag along as well for the Saturday escapade. The group of six consisting of Stan, Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, Wendy and Bebe met at the front of the mall before entering.

"Oh! There's one!" squealed Bebe as she pointed to one particular store. Kenny tilted his head, staring at the store curiously.

"Has that always been there? I don't remember there ever being a store specifically for pregnant women."

"Exactly," huffed Kyle "Women, meaning I shouldn't have to go in there."

"Oh stop being such a baby." said Wendy, grabbing Kyle's arm and pulling him into the store.

A pissed off middle aged woman with long bright red nails, stared angrily at them as the group of teenagers entered the store. She narrowed her eyes at them as she watched them sift through the clothing on the racks and talking loudly amongst themselves.

"How about this one?" squealed Bebe, pulling out a piece clothing from the rack and holding it up in front of Kyle to look.

"No, I am not wearing a dress."

"I'm sure Stan wouldn't mind." Kyle sent her a glare, and reluctantly she placed it back "Oh, you're no fun."

"I am not wearing anything even remotely girly." said Kyle.

"Fine, fine," huffed Bebe "We'll just split into groups and look for stuff you might like. I'll go with Kenny, and Wendy will go with Cartman. Kyle, you and Stan look around. We'll bring you anything we think you might like."

Before Kyle could even respond, the group split, each of the pairs going to a different section of the store. Stan, noticing the frustrated tears starting to form in his boyfriend's eyes, wrapped his arms around Kyle, pressing a gentle kiss to the other boy's forehead.

"Relax. The easier you make this, the sooner we'll be out of here." He wiped at Kyle's tears with his thumb. "Now let's go pick out some stuff for you and then we can get the hell out of here."

It was all a rather big mess as they tried to find things for Kyle. Kenny and Bebe kept picking out dresses and other girly looking things along those lines, thinking that Kyle would look absolutely adorable in those. Cartman had somehow been able to find a shirt with a bright red swastika in the middle of it, telling Kyle that he should get it because it would be damn funny and his mom's head would probably explode if she saw it. It eventually ended up with Cartman and Wendy getting into an argument, each of them brandishing their own shirts, Cartman with his swastika shirt and Wendy with one that had a large rainbow peace sign on it, at each other like weapons. The lady at the register looked as if she was about ready to throw the group out of the store, so Stan was quick to pick out a few things that he knew Kyle would be fine with, paid for them, and quickly left the store, not bothering to have the red head try them on since they were going to be still too big. They eventually left the store with their purchase of several t-shirts, long sleeves, a jacked, several pairs of pants, and a pajama set as they made their way to the food court. As Bebe had promised, she paid for everything.

"Augh…" mumbled Kyle as he laid his face down against the surface of the public tables, too tired to care. "That was awful…"

"Eh, it wasn't that bad." replied Kenny. The two were seated at the table, saving their place as the rest of them were off to buy something to eat for lunch. Kyle glared across the table at the blond, Kenny grinning back.

Stan was the first one back to the table, holding two trays of faux Chinese food for him and Kyle. Bebe was next, sitting down beside Kenny with a bowl of salad, fries and a soda. Kenny didn't even hesitate as he reached over and grabbed some French fries, stuffing them into his mouth. The four of them sat there, pleasantly chatting amongst themselves when Wendy suddenly stomped up to the table, slamming her tray down, shaking the table and nearly knocking Bebe's drink over.

"That fat fucking son of a bitch!" screamed Wendy, anger radiating off of her as she plopped down into the seat beside Bebe. Everyone eyed her food warily.

"Wendy," started Bebe, still not taking her eyes off of Wendy's tray, which consisted of soda, fried and a hamburger half the size of her head "Don't you think that's a bit much? That burger is huge."

"That's what I told her." said Cartman, a grin on his face as he sat down beside Kyle. "I said that a skinny little twig ho like her could never eat that entire thing. Women should just stick with their wimpy little salads and let men have all the good meat. It's not like women can handle so much food anyways."

"Fuck you!" snapped Wendy, grabbing the hamburger with both hands and taking a bite. "I'll show you that women can eat just as much as men." she yelled angrily around her mouthful of food, spitting out little chunks of food in a very un-lady like and very un-Wendy like way as she spoke.

Kyle thought the whole conversation was rather stupid, but for once decided not to say anything as he watched Cartman grin like he just won a million bucks and Wendy glaring death at the boy. Even Kyle can figure out which battles were better to stay out of.

Anyway…" said Bebe, finally breaking her gaze away from the fight between Wendy and Cartman. "When's your next check up. Wendy and I would really want to go. We promise to be on our best behavior." Bebe fluttered her eyelashes at the red head.

Kyle sighed, too tired to argue, and although he was, and still is, against the clothes shopping, in a sense, he was grateful to Bebe.

"Fine. It's this Saturday afternoon at two thirty." Bebe squealed in excitement.

"Wait, isn't this Saturday also Halloween?" interrupted Kenny.

"Augh, I totally forgot about that." Kyle groaned.

"We've been so busy, I'm not surprised that we forgot." said Stan.

"Oh!" exclaimed Bebe, suddenly remembering something "Token's having a costume party. Everyone is invited. You guys should totally go. You don't need to worry about a costume. I'll take care of everything."

The four discussed plans and arrangements over lunch, Cartman and Wendy sitting beside them, although the two were more concerned with their eating contest than anything else. To Cartman's immense displeasure, Wendy did manage to finish the entire hamburger, although she looked more than slightly sick.

Bebe sighed at her friend.

"That's what you get for letting a boy play mind games on you."

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"Gah! Why are there so many people here?" asked Tweek in a panic. Craig's silent agreement was sent with a glare at all the occupants in the room.

"Sorry." mumbled Stan "They all found out."

"Oh, and I wonder who's fault that was." replied Kyle sarcastically. Stan smiled towards his boyfriend, pulling him into a hug.

"But you still love me even when I screw up."

"For reasons sometimes even I can't fathom."

"Well, we definitely have a big group here today." said the doctor, surveying the room of teenagers. "If you're not pregnant, or the boyfriend of the person who is pregnant, please stand along the side of the room. We don't need people getting in the way now."

The doctor started the checkup by going through the usual procedure of checking both Tweek and Kyle's weight, and questioning them about the basic things.

"Kyle, you're definitely getting bigger." observed the doctor. Having taken his jacket off, Kyle's baby bump was much more noticeable through the thin shirt that he was wearing.

"What is this? Almost fourteen weeks now?" asked the doctor "The baby should be about four inches in length now, and definitely looking recognizably human. The organs had formed by now, and we could probably hear its heart beat now. Would you like to try that?" The doctor went to the cupboards to retrieve the necessary equipments when Kyle nodded his head in agreement.

"The baby should be large enough now for you to be able to hear its heart beat with a stethoscope." With the stethoscope ready, the doctor lifted Kyle's shirt, placing the cold metal against the red head's skin and causing him to give a small shiver.

"Ah. I hear it." said the doctor, a smile on his face "The heartbeat sounds steady and strong. Very healthy. Here, why don't you give it a listen." The doctor, keeping the end of the instrument in place against Kyle's stomach, handed the other end to Kyle for the boy to listen too.

Kyle's face quickly changed into one of silent surprise as he listened to the distinct sound of two different heart beats through the stethoscope, one being his own and the other belonging to the baby. It was surreal. Kyle stared up at Stan, a look of beautiful blissful happiness on his face.

"Our baby," whispered Kyle "I hear it. I hear our baby." Stan wrapped one arm around Kyle's shoulder, the other reaching out for the stethoscopes that was being offered to him. He listened to the two beating hearts, a warm sensation coursing through his stomach at the thought that he was listening to the heart beats of the two most important people he loved in this world.

"Dude, you're crying." said Cartman from where he stood at the side of the room. "Are you going to be a whiny crying little pussy, or are you actually going to let the rest of us hear?"

Stan smiled with happiness as he handed off the stethoscope to his friends who were screaming "Me first! I want to hear!" He wrapped both arms around Kyle, giving the red head a kiss.

"You are crying." confirmed Kyle, wiping at Stan's tears, a gentle smile on his face.

"I'm just really happy right now." whispered Stan, not trusting his voice to be able to go any louder without cracking.

"Me too." whispered Kyle.

"Oh my God! I heard it!" cried Bebe in excitement.

"Bitch! Give the rest of us a turn!" snapped Cartman.

"Gah! I hear two heart beats!"

"Woah. That's cool." said Craig, barely any change in emotion from his usual monotone self as he listened through the stethoscope.

"Woo-hoo! That's like, my nephew and shit. I'm gonna be an uncle!"

"How do you know it's going to be a boy? It could very well be a girl. Don't be sexist and immediately assume that the baby's male."

"Shut up ho, it's definitely going to be a boy. It's not going to be some weak wimpy little girl."

"You shut up, you fat fuck! You don't know anything!"

"Alright," interrupted the doctor "Now that everyone's had a chance to listen, how about we move to the ultra sound. I think you'll really enjoy this. Tweek, we're going to check on you as well."

The usual nurse came in wheeling the familiar ultra sound as well as the other required equipments. Kyle was set up and ready to go as they turned the ultra sound on, the multiple colors suddenly appearing on the screen.

"Oh my God! I see it!" cried Wendy. She and Bebe squealed in excitement as they both stared at the screen.

"Craig, oh God, we're going to have a baby like, ngh, like that."

"Hm," hummed the doctor as he peered carefully at the screen. "At this time the baby should start forming its outer organs… Ah ha! Congratulations Kyle, you have a boy!"

"Ha! I told you bitch!"

"Dude, we need to come up with names!" said Kenny, a smile on his face "I want to help pick the name."

"Oh, me too!" added Bebe. "It needs to be like, a totally cute and fashionable name."

"Well, you'll have five months to pick out a name for him. Now something I haven't mentioned before is the fact that you need to go out an exercise a bit. I understand that pregnancy may make it hard for you to do a lot of things, but it's important that you do at least some exercise to keep yourself healthy."

"We should totally all go out and do something together. Oh, ice skating or sledding would be so much fun for when the weather gets colder." suggested Bebe.

"Yes, that should be fine." agreed the doctor "Kyle, you just need to make sure you don't hurt yourself and make sure that neither you or the baby are in any danger when you're exercising. Alright well, how about we check on Tweek now?" Kyle got up from the bed, leaving to go clean the goop off of his stomach as Tweek got up on the table instead and was readied my the nurse.

"Well this is interesting." said the doctor, studying the screen.

"What… what, ngh, is it? Oh God, something is wrong! Oh God, I knew it! I must have done something wrong to hurt the baby! Gah! The pressure! It was too much pressure! I couldn't do it! Oh God!" Craig quickly rushed over to the panicking blond, petting the other boy on the head with one hand while the other rubbed his back.

"Quite the contrary. If fact, it seems that you will be expecting more than one baby."

"More than one?" asked Craig. He still held onto Tweek, who was leaning into Craig's embrace and beginning to calm down.

"Yes. You and Tweek have twins."

"TWINS?!" screamed Tweek in surprise, his eyes wide enough to almost pop out of his head as he jumped up and bumped against Craig's chin. Craig attempted to get Tweek to let go of the fist full of blond hair he was currently trying to pull out of his head.

The two girls in the room screamed in excitement.

"Oh my God! They're going to have twins! Kyah! I can't wait!"

"Holy shit dude, that's awesome!" congratulated Kenny.

"So what did we miss?" asked Kyle, as he and Stan finally returned from the bathroom.

"Twins!" screamed the occupants of the room in unisons.

"I'm… I'm going… to have twins…" said Tweek weakly, before his body suddenly slumped over, his head falling limp against Craig's shoulder.

"I seem to have a lot of people fainting lately." sighed the doctor.

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"Dude, I can't believe you did this." Kyle groaned. He was currently at Bebe's house getting ready for Token's party. She had promised that she would take care of his and Stan's costume, but he would never have expected this.

"Oh come on, Kyle, this is totally funny." said Bebe.

"Ya, and Kenny and I had to go through all the trouble of getting that for you, so stop being such a whiny unappreciative bitch and just wear the damn thing, you fudge packer." snapped Cartman.

"Remind me to never let you help me pick out my costume again." Bebe simply giggled at Kyle's comment as she helped him put his costume on. Kyle held his arms out as she slid on one of those fake pregnancy bellies that Cartman and Kenny had stolen from the health class. Bebe had emptied out the stomach portion of it, and put in something else instead to make it lighter so that it would put less pressure against Kyle's stomach and back. She helped fix the straps on the back before walking to her closet and pulling something out.

"Oh God no…" groaned Kyle as Bebe held up one of the dresses they had seen at the pregnancy store. It was a green, gray spaghetti strapped dress with little patterns along the bottom of it.

"It was just so cute," said Bebe, twirling in place as she held the dress "I just had to go back and get it for you. It's part of your Halloween costume, so you can't complain. Ah! You look so cute!" exclaimed Bebe once she got Kyle into the dress.

Kyle turned to look at himself in the mirror, trying to ignore Cartman's snickers coming from behind him. Kyle hated to admit it, but he looked very feminine in his costume. He was already fairly thin, giving him a slight girly looking structure, and now the fake boobs on the pregnancy stomach made it look even more so.

"Alright, so we have one more thing to do before the costume is finished." said Bebe.

"What, it's still not done?" asked Kyle.

"Nope!" Bebe grinned at him, snapping her fingers and motioning Cartman to come forward. The scheming smile on Cartman's face warned Kyle that nothing good would be coming out of this. The bigger boy held two objects in his hand, making Kyle's eyes go wide once he realized what it was.

"Oh no…"

"Meet your new friends, razor and shaving cream," introduced Bebe "They're going to help with the finishing touches of your costume. Now, pants off."

Kyle screamed as he was attacked by Cartman and Bebe.

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"What was that?" asked Stan. He thought he had just heard a scream come from down the hall.

"Oh it's nothing." said Wendy off handedly "Now sit down. Kenny and I are going to help you with your costume."

"Where's Bebe?" asked Stan. He was currently sitting on the bed of Bebe's guest room.

"She's finishing up with her own costume. Don't worry about her." She walked to her backpack, which was sitting on the floor, sifting through it.

"Dude, you're going to love the costumes tonight." said Kenny with a grin.

"What's mine going to be?" Wendy spun around to face Stan again, who's eyes immediately widened in horror and surprise at what she was holding.

"This, Stan, is going to be yours. We picked it especially for Kyle." informed Wendy. "I don't know about you, but we think that he's definitely going to enjoy this." She gave the dark haired boy an innocent smile, tilting her head to the side a little. "What do you think, Stan? Do you think he'll like it too?"

Stan didn't even have a chance to answer before he was attacked.

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"That wasn't so bad, now was it?" asked Bebe. Kyle glared at her from across the room.

"I don't know who you people are, but you are not my friends."

"We love you too." replied Bebe with a smile. Cartman snorted in response.

"Maybe you do, but I'd never love a filthy ass ramming Jew." A knock was heard from the bedroom door, interrupting whatever Kyle was about to retort to Cartman.

"Hey, sorry to barge in like this," said Kenny, poking his head into the room. "Oh! Nice outfit, Kyle." Kyle blushed in embarrassment at the wink Kenny gave him. "Anyway, I was just making a little delivery for our favorite little pregnant Jew boy."

"I'm the only pregnant Jewish boy."

"Ya, well, you know what I mean." Kenny swung the door open all the way, revealing himself standing there with a leash in hand. The blond gave a tug on the leash, pulling a red faced Stan into view.

Kyle's jaw dropped in surprise as he stared at his boyfriend. The best word to describe what Stan was dressed as would be a stripper. His chest was bare except for the black unbuttoned vest that hung from his broad shoulder. He wore a pair of tight black pants that were just barely on his hips. The costume was finished with a simple black collar around his neck, the leash attached to it. A simple outfit, but in Kyle's opinion, a damn sexy one.

Stan's eyes also widened in surprise at Kyle's costume. Kyle wore a short thin strapped dress, his previously semi pregnant stomach was now huge, looking as if the red head could be very well expecting a baby at any moment, although Stan thought the boobs could have been done without. Kyle's legs, which Stan noticed, were completely bare of any hair, the skin slightly gleaming in the light.

"Well, we're glad that you two enjoy your costumes," said Kenny, pushing the two stunned boys out of the room "But it's time for the rest of us to get ready. So get the hell out of here and go sit on the couch in the living room until we're done."

"Dude, what did they do to you?" asked Stan, once he and Kyle were seated on the couch Kenny had mentioned. "Did they make you shave your legs?"

"They attacked me and held me down as they shaved all my hair off. Dude, they even shaved all my armpit hair." said Kyle, lifting his arm to show Stan that all previous hair there was now indeed gone.

Stan couldn't help but laugh at his boyfriend.

"Hahaha! I can't believe they did that to you!" Kyle laughed back at Stan.

"Are you kidding me? Have you looked at your outfit? You look like a stripper, and you have a leash around your neck."

"But you like the outfit, don't you?"

"Damn right I do." agreed Kyle as he grabbed Stan's leash, pulling the black haired boy forward into a kiss.

"I thought you might." Stan mumbled with his lips pressed against Kyle's, trying to get around Kyle's now huge stomach to deepen the kiss.

"You sure know me." Kyle mumbled back, gently biting at his boyfriend's bottom lip as he continued to pull on the leash to bring Stan even closer.

"As hot as it is to be watching you two making out," interrupted Bebe, "The guys want to come out of the room, and they won't do it until you stop with your make out session."

"They can wait." Stan mumbled back, waving his hand behind him in an attempt to shoo Bebe away.

"Alright then," said Bebe, pulling out her cell phone "But if you two decide to continue, I get to record it and do whatever the hell I want with it."

Stan jumped away from Kyle the same moment the red head tried to push him off, causing Stan to stumble and fall onto the floor.

"Damn," mumbled Bebe "I was really hoping you might continue."

"Jeez, I thought we were going to be stuck here all night waiting for you two fags to finish." grumbled Cartman as he entered the room, Wendy and Kenny following close behind. Cartman was dressed in a Hitler costume, similar to the one he had worn once before when he was younger. Kenny wore an orange prison jumpsuit, Wendy in a business suit with glasses, and Bebe in an angel costume.

"Decided not to go with the Chewbacca costume this year?" joked Stan.

"No, I decided to go with something a little more professional looking this year, so I'm dressed as a member of the Senate." Cartman snorted.

"That is the lamest costume I have seen. You should have just gone as Chewbacca again." Wendy rolled her eyes.

"Ya, because Hitler is way better to dress up as."

"I'm glad you agree."

"Fuck you!" snapped Wendy as she gave Cartman the bird.

"Oh, you wish, ho, you wish."

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"Those are the best costumes I've seen all night!" said Token between laughs. Both Stan and Kyle seemed somewhat embarrassed by the comment, but decided not to say anything. "Dudes, feel free to drink as much beer as you want. In fact, I like your costumes so much, you can both have some from the secret stash. It's in the library. You can find some good stuff in there."

Kyle cursed under his breath as he watched Token walk away.

"Damn it, the one time we can get something really good to drink at his party and I can't. I hate being pregnant." Stan frowned down at him.

"Don't say that."

"Alright, alright, but it still sucks that I can't drink."

"If you like, I won't drink either."

"Stan, I don't want you to do that just because you feel bad for me. No, you need to enjoy yourself without me getting in the way."

"But how can I be happy if you're not." asked Stan. Kyle sighed.

"I'll be fine. Now let's go see everyone else."

The two moved through the crowd, talking with their friends, dancing, watching a game of beer pong, and eventually ending with the two of them making out in the middle of the hall, alcohol be damned.

Stan laughed as Kyle pressed another kiss against his neck, gently nibbling at the skin. Stan couldn't think of anything else that he'd rather be doing right now than sitting in the middle of a dark hall kissing Kyle, the love of his life.

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Stan woke up to find himself alone in Kyle's bed, the red head nowhere in sight. Stan groaned to himself, dragging himself painstakingly slow from under the covers of the bed and making his way out of Kyle's room. He eventually found Kyle sitting down stairs on the couch with Ike, watching old Terrance and Philip reruns.

Stan smiled to himself as he watched his boyfriend. Kyle had recently started a habit of wearing nothing but his boxers and oversized t-shirt as he walked around the house. Although he had special maternity pajamas that Bebe bought for him, Kyle preferred his simple outfit, claiming that they were much more comfortable.

"Good morning." said Stan as he walked up to the couch and placed a kiss to the top of Kyle's head. The two brothers didn't even bother to look at Stan as they both raised a finger to their lips and said "Shh…" before breaking out into laughter at yet another thing the Canadian duo did.

Stan plopped himself down on the couch beside them, joining them in watching some good old Terrance and Philip.

They had watched about two and a half episodes before the doorbell rang. Noticing that neither of the Broflovskis was going to be answering it, Stan stood up instead.

"Dude, you're still in your pjs?" asked Kenny as Stan opened the door. Cartman and Wendy stood behind him, all three of them holding a pair of ice skates in hand. "We thought today would be a good day to get Kyle and his baby some exercise. It's finally cold enough to go skating."

"Sure, why not." Stan answered with a shrug of his shoulders. "Hey, come inside. Kyle hasn't changed either so it's going to take a few minutes."

Stan walked back to Kyle, telling him of the group's plan before the two of them got up and went upstairs to get ready. It wasn't long before the two came back downstairs, Stan in his usual brown jacket, a similar one to the jacked he use to wear in Elementary School, and Kyle in a bright orange jacket that Kenny had picked out for him at the store. Kyle said goodbye to Ike before leaving with everyone else.

"Dude, we need to stop by my house so I can pick up my skates." said Stan as the group walked down the side walk. Stan's house was fairly close, and Stark's Pond wasn't much further than that.

"I'm so excited to go ice skating," said Wendy "Too bad Bebe couldn't come with us."

"Where is she?" Kyle asked.

"Her parents are making her go with them to Denver for the weekend. She doesn't want to go, but they said she has to."

"Oh, that sucks.

"Anyway, enough about Bebe, how've you and the baby been doing?" asked Kenny, his eyes shining in excitement. "You're really starting to get big, I mean, it's not like pregnant huge, but it's enough that people are noticing."

"Don't remind me," groaned Kyle, "Everyone at school keeps bringing it up. I swear if I hear one more fat comparison between me and Cartman, I'm going to kill someone."

"Ay! Shut your fucking mouth, Jew!"

"And," Kyle continued, completely ignoring the bigger boy "I felt the baby move yesterday."

"Really?" asked both Kenny and Wendy in surprise. Kyle couldn't help but laugh at the expressions on their face.

"Ya. At first I thought it was just my stomach grumbling or something, but when it happened again, I was sure it was the baby. I let Stan try it, and he started crying."

Stan didn't even bother to try and deny it as he smiled at his friends like he was the happiest man on earth.

"Like a baby." he agreed with Kyle.

"Dude, I want to feel the baby!" exclaimed Kenny. Kyle chuckled at the blond.

"He doesn't move whenever I tell him to. If he does though, I'll let you know."

"Sweet!"

The group continued to make small talk until they reached Starks Pond, the water frozen solid and perfect for skating. It wasn't long before the entire group had their skates on and were sliding across the ice.

"Careful now," said Stan as he helped guide Kyle across the ice, his hand on the small of Kyle's back to steady him.

"I'm not use to skating with so much weight." Kyle said as he wobbled about, trying to adjust to the feel and movement of being on the ice. Kenny quickly skated up to them, gracefully spinning and twirling as he circled around the duo.

"Just ask Eric. I'm sure he could give you some tips on how to skate while being twice the body mass of a normal person."

"Fuck you, Kenny." yelled Cartman, swinging his fist at the blond haired boy as he skated by. Kenny ducked away from the other boy's reach, laughing aloud to himself as he gracefully maneuvered over the ice and headed towards Wendy who was skating on the other side of the pond.

The group spent several hours skating, talking and joking as they did so. Cartman challenged Kyle to a race, but was answered by Kenny who said that he would defend the honor of Kyle and his soon to be nephew. Stan then interrupted saying that he should be the one who should be defending Kyle. The three got into an argument and eventually decided that all three of them would race as Wendy and Kyle would judge.

"I'm going to kick both your faggy asses." said a smug looking Cartman as he got into position.

"You wish, tubby." Kenny replied back.

"Alright you guys," interrupted Kyle "You're racing to the other side of the pond. The first one to pass Wendy is the winner." Making his way up to Stan, Kyle kissed the other boy, whispering to him as he pulled away.

"You better win against Cartman, or the baby and I disown you." Stan laughed in response, leaning in to receive one more good luck kiss from Kyle.

"No problem." Kyle nodded his head, a smile on his face as he watched Stan get beside Cartman with Kenny on the other side of the bigger boy.

"On your mark, get set…"

The three boys leaned forward, tensed up and ready to sprint.

"Go!" Kyle laughed as he watched the boys race across the pond, small clouds of ice rising up behind them as their skates scraped across the surface. It didn't take long for Kenny to begin to lead with a few inches ahead of the other two. Stan and Cartman followed close behind, although Cartman looked as if he was already too tired to continue for much longer.

Deciding that he wasn't going to let Kenny win, Cartman made a grab for the other boy, his hand clenching the edge of the bright orange parka and pulled. Kenny immediately lost his footing and fell, his body sprawled onto the ice. Only now noticing the flaw in his plan, Cartman was unable to avoid Kenny as he tripped over the blonde, falling as well. Stan, noticing that Kenny had fallen, tried to step over the blonde's arm as he skated, but was unable to regain footing on the ice once he stepped over, causing him fall into the pile as well.

Kyle had never laughed as hard as he did as he watched the pile of tangled bodies, each of them trying to get up and make it to Wendy so they could win. Every time either Kenny or Stan tried to get up, Cartman grabbed onto their ankles, causing them to tip over once more. At one point all three boys had successfully stood up, but Cartman tried to push Kenny over, who ducked and pushed Cartman instead. The brown haired boy tipped over, falling against Stan and causing him to go down as well, but not before grabbing hold of Kenny's jacket, all three of them falling down once more. Needless to say, there was much cussing and angry screaming as they fought each other to make their way to the finish line.

Stan eventually won, but only because Cartman had pushed him hard enough to slide across the last few feet of ice and past where Wendy stood waiting and laughing.

"Screw this shit!" yelled Cartman, getting up from the ice. He pushed Kenny over once more for the sake of revenge. "I tired of this. Screw you guys, I'm going to get something to eat."

"It's already one thirty," observed Wendy as she looked down to the watch on her wrist "Let's all go get something to eat."

"Sounds good." said Kenny as he finally made his way to the other three, a smile on his face despite the blood dripping from the cut on his forehead, a wound he received when Cartman's skates nicked the skin.

"Kyle!" Stan shouted across the pond "We're going to go get something to eat." Kyle waved to his boyfriend to show that he heard before making his way awkwardly across the ice. Stan followed Kenny, Wendy and Cartman and made his way of the surface of the frozen pond, sitting on the snow and pulling his skates off. Stan was just tying on his second shoe when he heard the loud crack of ice, a sound like thunder to Stan's ears. The whole world seemed to suddenly go into slow motion as Stan looked up just in time to see Kyle descend through the surface of the ice and into the freezing water waiting beneath.

"KYLE!" Stan screamed as he watched his boyfriend disappear right before his eyes. He quickly stood up, ready to sprint across the ice to reach his boyfriend when a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder, holding him back.

"Stan! No!"

"God damn it! Let go Kenny!"

"No, look!"

Stan turned just in time to see Cartman race past him and onto the surface of the ice. The boy's heavy footsteps began to crack the ice as he made his way closer to the hole in the icy surface, but he didn't even so much as notice as he made his way to his destination. Without even a second's hesitation, Cartman dived into the water, disappearing as fast as Kyle had. The whole world seemed to have gone silent as Stan held his breath, waiting and watching for a sign of either boy. As soon as Stan began to think that it become far too long for either of his friends to still be alive in the cold near frozen water, Cartman broke through the water, gasping for air as he held an unconscious Kyle with one hand, the other one being use to pull both of them to the edge of the ice. With a heave, Cartman threw Kyle onto the surface of the ice. With some difficulty, Cartman was eventually able to pull himself up as well. The brown haired boy laid himself flat against the ice, making sure to spread out his body weight as much as possible. Grabbing the back of Kyle's jacket with one hand, he dragged both himself and the red head across the ice, slowly crawling across the surface and making their way to the edge of the pond.

"Kyle!" Stan ran to Cartman and Kyle as they made it off the ice. He fell to his knees and pulled Kyle to him, tears running down his face as he began to cry.

"Kyle, wake up." sobbed Stan as he held the red head against him "Please… wake up… don't leave me… don't…" Kyle's eyes began to flutter, and Stan let out a cry of relief.

"Stan?" asked Kyle, his voice sounding weak and small "I… I'm cold…"

"I know," sobbed Stan, his words barely recognizable through his harsh crying, tears still falling, although it was now out of relief rather than fear. He leaned down, pressing his lips against Kyle's bright purple ones in a gentle kiss. "It's okay. I'm going to get you warm and everything will be alright. I love you."

"I love you too." Kyle whispered back.

As Stan took care of Kyle, Cartman pushed himself into standing position, only to be knocked over once more as something collided into him.

"You dumbass!" Cartman blinked in surprise as he looked up to see Wendy straddling his chest, although her furious expression made him forget about the intimate position they were in. "You stupid fucking idiot! You just had to throw yourself in the water and try and be a fucking hero. How fucking retarded can you be?!"

"Ay!" snapped Cartman "I was trying to save the fucking Jew so you guys wouldn't be all pissy at me later for letting him die."

"Ya, and instead you put yourself into danger. You could have just as easily died as well!" screamed Wendy, her fists pounding against Cartman's chest in anger. "You… you… you fucking idiot…"

Wendy tilted her head down to avoid Cartman's gaze, but the bigger boy reached up for her face, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. Wendy had tears trailing down her face as she stared back at him. She suddenly threw herself forward, her body completely pressed against his as she hugged him. Cartman reached around her to hug her as well, pulling her just a little bit closer to him.

"Don't… don't ever do that again…" whispered Wendy, her voice so quite that it was almost inaudible. "Don't ever fucking risk your life again. Promise me."

"I promise." Cartman whispered back, his words almost as silent as Wendy's.

"Hey," interrupted Kenny as he walked up to the pair. He looked shaken, the blood from his wound looking extra bright against his pale skin. "I just called 911. They're… they're sending an ambulance. It's already on the way." As soon as Kenny's words had ended, the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance, the noise quickly becoming louder and closer.

It wasn't long before everything became chaos once more as two ambulances arrived, the paramedics quickly rushing out of the vehicle to help take care of the teens. Cartman and Kyle were both made to take off their sopping wet jacket and shirt, a warm blanket now wrapped around them instead. Kenny was also quickly taken care, the bloody gash on his forehead wrapped up with gauze and tape. The teens were rushed into the ambulances, Cartman and Wendy in one as Stan, Kyle and Kenny rode in the other, and was quickly rushed to the hospital. The ride was a fairly silent one as Kyle sat pressed between Stan and Kenny, Stan's arm wrapped protectively around him as Kenny pet his hair. From what Kenny had seen earlier, he could only guess that Cartman and Wendy were riding in their ambulance in a similar fashion.

Kenny felt himself become tire, his eyelids slowly beginning to droop, the sound of Stan's constant whispering of "It's going to be okay…" to Kyle lulling him into unconsciousness.

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"I seem to be seeing you all almost every other week." sighed the doctor tiredly. He quickly scribbled something down onto his clipboard before laying it aside, another sigh escaping from between his lips. "You were lucky. The baby should have died, but it seems to be surprisingly healthy." Kyle nodded, gazing down at his stomach and slowly rubbing the bump that was the baby. Noticing the distressed look on his boyfriend's face, Stan pulled Kyle into a hug, pressing a kiss on top of the mass of red curls.

"You were unbelievably lucky. It is a good thing that they baby had already develop its fat to keep itself warm, because without it, I'm sure you would have had a still birth. But the baby's heart beat is fine, not quite as steady as I would like, but fine none the less. Please be very careful from now on."

"I… I'm sorry…" sobbed Wendy from across the room where she was watching the doctor talk to Stan and Kyle. "It's all my fault. I thought it would finely be cold enough to go skating without having to worry about the ice cracking, but I was wrong and almost caused you to die. I'm so sorry Kyle."

"It was all our faults." said Stan "If we hadn't been messing around on the ice, we probably wouldn't have thinned it out to the point that it would have cracked. It wasn't just you."

"It wasn't any of your faults." interrupted the doctor. "Things like this happen all the time. All that's important is that you're all alive and safe. Kyle, I've checked the baby's health but now I'd like to check on yours to make sure you're alright as well."

"Stan, do you know why I stopped you earlier?" Kenny asked Stan once Kyle was distracted with talking to the doctor. Stan shook his head, not understanding at all.

"You were ready to jump into the water to try and save Kyle without thinking things through."

"Of course I was going to jump in! He was drowning!"

"But you didn't think about it at all!" Kenny snapped back, pressing a finger into Stan's chest to emphasize his words. "You would have just made everything worse if you had jumped in. Do you really think you would have been able to carry Kyle? With the baby, he weighs more than you now. You'd have barely been able to keep him afloat! And think about it, unlike Cartman, you've never taken real swim lessons. You know enough to be able to swim on your own, but with someone else? Not even close."

"You… you're right," mumbled Stan, now feeling really guilty about his earlier stupidity. "I would have just made things worse. Kyle or the baby might have even died if I had tried to help. Augh, I'm so stupid!"

"Stan," Kenny laid a hand on Stan's shoulder, reassuring the dark haired boy "It's alright. Everything's fine now. I just wanted to tell you that because you need to think before you act, especially now that you're in charge of taking care of Kyle. You need to always make sure he and the baby's safe, and you can't do that unless you think things through first. Cheer up. Everything's alright now."

"I… I know, but I can't help but think what if Kyle did die? When I saw him go under, my whole world seemed to suddenly stop. I was so scared. Kenny, I don't ever want to lose him."

"And I don't want either of you to have to experience that either. You guys are so perfect for each other. So take care of him. Show him that you really care and that you'll always be there for him." Stan nodded his head in agreement.

"But," said Kenny, a sly grin starting to form on his face "You'll definitely have to invite me to your wedding when you two decide to get married. After all, you two owe me for giving you all these amazing love advices. I'm like the love guru or some shit like that. Of course, if either of you ever want other sort of love advices as well, I'd be more than happy to help you guys with that, if you know what I mean." Stan laughed at his blonde haired friend.

"Thanks Kenny. I'll keep that in mind."

Stan walked up behind Kyle as the red head was still talking to the doctor. He wrapped his arms around the other boy's waist and pulled him into a tight hug, a small smile on the doctor's face as he watched the two.

"Just make sure you stay safe, boys."

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"Hello?"

"Ohmygod! Is it true?! Are you alright? Gah! What happened?!"

"Tweek?" asked Kyle over the phone. Stan leaned in closer to the red head to hear a little better as the two of them walked to the front door of Stan's house.

"I heard you got hurt. Jesus Christ, what happened? Did you really fall through the ice?! Oh, jeez, oh God, it's so cold down there. How are you still alive? Oh my God! You're a zombie, aren't you? Gah! I'm talking to a zombie!"

There was a brief pause in Tweek's rant as a muffled voice could be heard in the background followed by Tweek screaming.

"Hey." Craig said over the phone once he had wrestled it away from the still panicking Tweek. "Heard you got into a little accident today."

"Ya, but I'm fine now. " Kyle replied as he watched Stan make his way up the stairs before walking to the couch and plopping himself down. "How'd you already find out?"

"We saw Kenny, Cartman and Wendy earlier. They all looked like shit, so we figured that something must have happened."

Kyle smiled up at Stan once the dark haired boy returned, carrying a pile of blankets in his arms. He placed the blankets in Kyle's lap, adjusting them so they were wrapped around the red head.

"They were still at the hospital when Stan and I left. Someone at the hospital gave Stan and me a ride. I guess they decided to walk instead." Kyle gave a happy sigh from the warmth of the blanket and the gentle kiss that Stan pressed against his forehead.

"Cool. Tweek was freaking out, so we wanted to call to just make sure everything is alright. Maybe we'll stop by to visit later. If we don't, we'll just see you at school on Monday."

"Nah, I'm staying home. The doctor ordered me to stay home and rest for a couple of days."

"Okay. We'll see you whenever then."

"Kay. Bye." Kyle set the phone down just as Stan reentered the room with two steaming cups of hot coco.

"Thought you might like some." Stan said as he handed the warm cup to Kyle. "Don't worry. It's the sugar free kind."

"Thanks." Kyle leaned over to give Stan a kiss as the other boy sat down onto the couch beside him.

"No problem." Stan replied, an overly happy grin on his face. He grabbed the remote sitting on the arm of the couch and flicked the TV to life. "You probably have had enough exciting things happen to you today, so how about we sit here and watching some good old boring television?" Kyle snuggled in closer to Stan.

"I couldn't think of anything better to do."

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Like Kyle promised, he didn't return to school that Monday, instead staying home at letting his mother take care of him. Despite Stan's pleading, his parents refused to let him skip school as well and stay by Kyle's side. Kyle already had his mother taking care of him, he didn't need Stan as well.

The entire Monday and Tuesday that Kyle was absent was spent by Stan moping. Ever since the accident, Stan stayed glued beside Kyle, refusing to ever let the red head out his sight. He even accompanied Kyle to the bathroom, much to the other boy's annoyance. But after that day, Stan came to realize how scared he truly was of losing Kyle, and he never wanted to take that chance again. He even woke up one night screaming, but luckily Kyle was so sound asleep that he never even stirred.

It didn't really help Stan's bad mood that everyone kept coming up to him and asking about Kyle. Apparently Wendy told Bebe, and Bebe had told someone else. Somewhere along the line, Butters found out, and once Butters finds something out, everyone knows it.

Stan wasn't the only one upset with people constantly talking to him about the incident. Everyone had found out that Cartman had been the one to save Kyle, much to the bigger boy's irritation. Cartman had always loved being the center of attention and having people praise him, but it pissed him off to no end that they commended him because of something nice he did, and for the Jew no less. Wendy had also been acting a bit off as well. She had been exceptionally quite during those two days, constantly glancing over at Cartman, but whenever he tried saying something to her, whether to insult her or ask her a question, she would say something to kill off any possibility of starting a conversation. This only seemed to anger Cartman more.

The tension was finally somewhat broken with Kyle's return on Wednesday. Although they still had many people come up to them to give their condolences, the group was over all happier. At lunch, Kyle told everyone how he was actually glad to be back in school and away from his mother, who was practically smothering him with care and attention. He told them how the baby's movements have increased, which excited everyone. They even got feel Kyle's stomach as they baby began kicking near the end of lunch. Stan almost started crying, Kenny was excited to the point of looking like he was about to suddenly explode, Wendy and Bebe made happy cooing sounds, Tweek and Craig, recent new editions to their table, smiled and congratulated him (although in Tweek's case it was more of violent twitching and a fast garbled mess of words), and Wendy didn't shoot Cartman down as the boy commented something to her.

Overall, everyone was happier with Kyle's return. This only made Stan realize just how important Kyle was, not just for him, but for everyone. He wanted to keep Kyle even closer to him and never sgsin have to worry about losing him. It was then that Stan had made his decision.

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Kyle flicked through channels in boredom, his back propped up by dozens of various pillows. Recently he had been getting back pains and leg cramps. His mom said that was a normal part of pregnancy, especially for people of smaller stature. The only thing that Kyle could do was rest as often as possible. The pillows were suppose to help his posture and lessen the pressure on his pelvis, back and whatever else may be hurting.

Stan, after dropping Kyle of at his house, quickly disappeared again, yelling over his shoulder about having to do something as he got back into his car and drove off. Kyle was irritated about having been ditched, but he figured that since Stan had been by his side so much recently, the dark haired boy deserved having a chance to do something on his own. Kyle's only problem with having Stan gone was that he was completely alone in the house. His father was at work, his mother at a protest, and Ike was at a friend's house, leaving Kyle with nothing to entertain him.

Kyle sighed in frustration as he glanced over at the clock on the wall, wondering how long Stan was going to be out. It had been almost three hours now.

He was still switching channels when he heard the front door click open and then close. The soft sound of feet dragging against carpet came closer to him as Stan walked up to his red haired boyfriend. A gentle kiss was pressed to the top of Kyle's head before Stan walked around, leaning down to kiss Kyle's slightly bulging belly and the pressing a kiss to the other boy's lips.

"What?" asked Stan as he noticed the look Kyle was giving him "Can't I do something special without you questioning my motives?"

"Sorry dude," sighed Kyle "old habits die hard, especially spending so many years with knowing Cartman."

"Well, maybe you didn't notice, I'm not Cartman," said Stan as he leaned and kissed Kyle once more "So you don't need to worry about that." Kyle laughed at Stan's comment.

"Trust me, I would have noticed if you were the fat ass. I would probably throw myself from the roof if I was dating him and having his baby." Stan wrinkled his nose in disgust and displeasure.

"Let's change the subject. I really don't like the idea of you being with Cartman."

"Why would I want to be with anyone else when I have you?" Stan smiled back at Kyle, a hand reaching up to gently caress the other boy's face. Kyle gave a happy sigh as he further leaned his face into Stan's touch.

"I love you."

"I love you too." replied Kyle. Stan bit his lips, thinking for a second before opening his mouth to speak again.

"I… I was so scared that day when you fell into the water. I was afraid… that I was going to lose you…"

"Stan, it was scary for all of us, but it's over now, and ev…"

"No! Just… just listen to me."Stan looked up at the ceiling with a sigh before looking back at Kyle again, blue eyes meeting green.

"It… it made me realize just how important you really are to me. I love you, and you know that, but… at that moment, I realized just how much I love you. I… want to wake up every morning and have the first thing I see be you. I want to have a real family with you, the three of us, you, me and our baby boy. I want us to all live together, happily. I want us to grow old together and watch our son grow older as well until he decides to have his own family. I want to be with you forever."

"Oh, Stan…" Kyle felt his eyes begin to sting, a sign that he was going to cry. He stared back at Stan who already had a tear rolling down the side of his face.

"Kyle, I love you with all my being and I… I just wanted to ask you…" reaching into his pocket, Stan pulled out a small black box. He opened it as he got down onto one knee, a small delicate ring sitting within. "Will… will you marry me?"

Tears finally broke free, trailing down Kyle's face as he launched himself at Stan.

"Yes! Yes! Oh Stan, of course I'll marry you! I love you too!"

Stan hugged Kyle back, tears flowing freely down his face as the two boys held onto each other, sobbing. No words were needed as Stan turned his face to kiss Kyle, the kiss being as wonderful as the first one they ever shared.

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"If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I. "

-Michel de Montaigne

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"Ooohhh! That is so pretty!" complimented Bebe as she and Wendy admired Kyle's new engagement ring. Kyle held his hand out for the girls to see, a smile on his face as he too stared down at the small gold band wrapped around his finger, five small beautiful diamonds embedded into it.

"It's simple but classy." noted Wendy "Stan has very good taste." Stan rubbed at his head sheepishly as Kyle laughed.

"Actually, Kenny had to help Stan pick out the ring. He was panicking so bad, thinking he was going to screw up and get the wrong kind f ring." Kyle turned to press his lips against Stan's in a gentle kiss, a small blush and smile on his face as pulled away to stare into his lover's and now fiancé's eyes. "He should have known I would love anything he got me."

Both girls simultaneously cooed as Stan pulled Kyle back in for another kiss.

"Dude, that was so cheesy, it was ridiculous." chuckled Stan. Kyle laughed with him.

"Ya. I know."

"Have you told your parent's yet?" asked Wendy. Both boys shook their heads.

"My parent's both came home really late, so I didn't want to bug them about it, but I'll probably tell them today." Kyle said "I didn't tell Ike either, but I'm pretty sure he noticed the ring this morning during breakfast."

"Hm…" hummed Bebe as she examined the ring some more. "If I ever get married, I should ask Kenny to help my boyfriend to pick out a wedding ring as well."

"Speaking of Kenny," said Wendy "Have either of you seen him or Cartman this morning?" Kyke's brow wrinkled in displeasure at Wendy's words.

"Ya, we saw them this morning talking to each other, but when Cartman saw us he ran away in the other direction. Kenny ran after him, but I don't think he noticed since he had his back turned to us."

"That's strange," mumbled Wendy "The teacher is going walk in any second now, and they're still not here." As if on cue, the teacher walked through the door, all the students quickly taking their seats while still chatting amongst themselves.

"Quiet! No talking during the announcements!" snapped the teacher as the intercom began to buzz, the sound of a voice following it soon after.

"This is Casey Miller with the morning announcements." The announcements were the usual things about upcoming events, what sports won and what was being served for lunch today. But just as the announcement was coming to an end, the words through the intercom suddenly caught Kyle's attention.

"…And I got a letter today from an anonymous student who would like me to inform everyone on something. It reads, 'Dear Casey. I had always been taught that when you love a girl, and you decide to marry her, she will one day get pregnant and have kids. But I learned something new recently. Girls aren't the only ones who can have babies. Did you know that two male students at our school are pregnant? You can just ask Kyle Broflovski and Tweek Tweak. I'm sure they'll tell you everything you want to know about male pregnancy.'"

Every head in the class room turned to look back at Kyle, who at this point had turned white and his eyes open in complete shock and horror.

ATTENTION ALL READERS!!!! SEND ME YOUR FAVORITE BABY NAMES!!!

I honestly have a hard time deciding baby names. Well, I'm just terrible at making decisions in general, so I'm leaving it up to all you wonderful readers (just leave me a review of your favorite baby name(s)). If any of the names really catch my attention, or if a name is mentioned several times, I'll probably use that one. Remember, I need names for Tweek and Craig's twins as well.

As a side note, there will also be more Creek in the following chapter.